A Piece of News

Half a day later.

Base 221.

The factory director's office.

"Little Xu, your suggestion worked out pretty well this time."

After setting down the report compiled by his assistant, Zhou Cai, Li Jue smiled and said warmly to Xu Yun:

"According to the feedback from the various branch factories, everyone's enthusiasm for work is even higher than before. The organization is very satisfied."

Xu Yun, sitting across from him, just smiled and scratched his head without saying much.

Although only five or six core staff members, including Xu Yun, Li Jue, and Qian Wushi, had attended today's small meeting, Xu Yun knew better than to let familiarity make him forget his place.

The organization's original plan had been this:

After announcing that everyone would be eating beef for New Year's, and putting the cattle pens along the commuter train route, the base's response to the rumors could more or less end there.

As for slaughtering the cattle and sheep, that could simply be left to the butchers at the slaughterhouse. Everyone just needed to wait quietly for New Year's Eve.

But not long ago, Xu Yun had come up with an idea:

Could they hold a public cattle-and-sheep slaughter on the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month?

There were no refrigerators in this era, but in January, Xihai Province was already buried in snow, with temperatures as low as minus twenty degrees Celsius. It was practically a natural icebox.

It was worth noting that

the temperature in refrigerated display cases in later generations was only about minus fifteen to eighteen degrees, and in some cases, no lower than minus twelve.

Slaughtering the cattle on the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month fit with tradition, and there was no risk of the meat spoiling in the meantime.

So when